The students on either side of Chen Fan watched him with predatory excitement, as if settling in for a good show. Even Zhao Zhiyuan shot him a look that said, “Glad it’s not me.”
For inconsequential students like them, the chances of a teacher calling on them in class were about the same as winning the lottery.
It was just Chen Fan’s rotten luck to be chosen as a sparring partner in practical combat class.
Chen Fan quickly composed
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